Five. One parent, four kids. [He knows. He knows this has bad idea written all over it because it's one thing to ship dangerous cargo and another to ship something perishable. Whatever stuff people need to send discreetly from one hand to another is radically different than trying to get people out of a bad place and into the unknown. Maybe worse is that he didn't exactly need coercion to agree.
One hand wraps around the back of his neck, rubs there as if it might somehow lesson the tension that's ramped up around the Quad as a whole. It works as well as can be expected, so, not at all. His voice is quiet.]
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One hand wraps around the back of his neck, rubs there as if it might somehow lesson the tension that's ramped up around the Quad as a whole. It works as well as can be expected, so, not at all. His voice is quiet.]
Some of them are young.
[Really young.]